An Admiration of the World

Any rose, red, pink, white or lavender In this world is a beautiful wonder. A man who gives just one to his lover And not a single word she will utter. Why, I ask, is this flower so precious? Should it be taken for granted by us? Should we gain it in the chaos we cause? We're not perfect but this rose has no flaws. Its scent, an aroma full of power, Its sight, striking as the Eiffel Tower, Its texture, it will give you enough sense That I have made it clear to you my friends; Any fine rose is delicate and pure, For centuries to come it will endure.